Forty Three

Over a meal of lasagne and salad that Adela and I made, all my efforts to ground myself crumble under the pressure of my father’s pointed remarks about me failing to live up to the Boone reputation, and Connall making sly digs at my expense despite Mack’s repeated attempts to stop him.

Faith doesn’t look at me, and Tina doesn’t either. I get why Faith wants nothing to do with me, even if she did try to kill me, but it hurts that Tina is treating me the same way.

I doubt she’s the only one of my packmates who thinks I’m failing in my role as Luna by staying with Adela. No one will say it. Not Chris, who’s busy eating, or Warren, or Penny talking with Faith as Mack talks to Adela, but I’m sure they’re all thinking it.

By the time we’ve all eaten and are outside, all shifted and ready for the pack run, the only place I want to run is right back to Adela’s.

Although Mack and I tried to talk earlier, two minutes later our fathers were back to snapping at each other, which meant we couldn’t